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Updated Feb 4, 09

Name: Zeil Hyde.
Alias: Z, The Ghost
Age: 35

Appearance: Standing at 5'5" tall she has pale skin due to her walking around out at night for the most part. Long black hair reaching down to her mid back and cold blue eyes are the main features she likes about herself. The main feature on her face is the long scar that runs from above the right eyebrow, across the bridge of her nose and ending under the left eye. She is usually seen wearing a long balck coat that goes to her ankles and a black felt top hat with a blue velvet ribbon wrapped around its base. Her clothes change from time to time, but are usually consisting of black jeans and a blood red shirt.

Recently she has taken to wearing all white from tip to toe along with her normal clothing here and there. The new outfit consists of a white felt top hat with a red ribbon around its base. Her long coat is a vibrat white and hangs down to her ankles. White dress pants and a white formal button up shirt are
under this long coat. Her black hair is the only thing black on this new outfit.

Wolven Appearance:
Pure Black Fur.

Personality: She is usually cold to those she doesnt know, but thats just a defence against harm. Once someone gets to know her she can be rather nice and caring. Though through all that, deep down she is a twisted soul, plotting for things that may or may never happen. A tricky lycan who only trusts friends and whos friends have her promise of trust.

Recently she has grown more distant and cold, keeping to herself and out of the view of the other night creatures.

History: She was born a pureblood werewolf, daughter to two werewolf parents in a sturggling pack. She lived happily amoung them in her younger years, understanding nothing about the ranks untill she became a teenager and started to take an intrest in elevating her status. Her pure blood making her yearn for a higher rank got her into trouble. Picking a fight with the Alphas she was wounded, getting a cut across her face from a special silver dagger the Alpha male had on him for just such an occurence. Being out cast from that she moved, not leaving her LA home, but instead moving away from her old packs territory. She lived by herself in the street for a while untill she heard of another pack looking for leaders. Taking an immediate intrest she joined, showing her pure blood skills to get her to the top and the rank of Alpha female. She now lives at the club, helping Silver run the pack the best she can.

She had left the L.A. area for a long while, searching for gods knows what and apparently coming up empty handed. She has returned to L.A., but isnt getting right back into the thrall of things. Instead she has kept to the outside of the territory, and to herself.

Weapons (if any): A revolver with special UV bullets and a whip which she wears around her waist like a belt. The whip has been blessed by several holy men, making its bite deadly to the demons and some vampires.

Name:Sabrina Maxine Hunter
Alias: Max
Age:20
Appearance:

Wolven Appearance:

(timber wolf coloring)
Personality:Is a quiet person most of the time. She'll talk if others want to talk or if she's in the mood for it. Protective of those who she holds colse adn is very caring. Her wolf side though can be quite vicious and uncaring.
History:When she was fifteen on vacation from Canada, visiting some relatives in L.A. They were attacked by dogs, both her mother and father killed by them while she was dragged away. Waking up in blood, but nothing, but a tatoo that lay across her back. She was fifteen then and had run as quickly as she could to her grandparents house. There she found yellow tape and blood stains. She then saw the body bags of both her parents and grand parents. She colapsed right then and there.

Soon waking up in the hospital, there a doctor told her of what had happened. She was devastated, but nothing compaired to the next month's full moon. She had changed very painfully and ended up killing several house pets and one human. When she awoke she found herself in a stange apartment and a familiar face. That of the doctor. She soon found out that he had been the alpha of the pack that had killed her family and also had been the one to save her. She exploded on him and ended up storming off. But as it came near to the next full moon she found him or rather he found her. They talked and she learned from him on how to control her beast and how to coexist with it, though she still has problems, most often durring the full moon, when she changes without it, she holds control, but durring the moon, the beast seems to hold control dominently.
Weapons (if any):dagger, three section staff and custom handguns(.454cal,10round with UV custom bullets)

Name: Edward Farrington
Alias (if applicable): Ed, Eddie, E.
Age: 17
Appearance: Green Eyes, red undershirt and a nice black over shirt. Nice pants. Crappy black hiking boots. Skinny teenager, with a sad face and brown hair. Jet black raven sitting calmly on his shoulder most of the time. He has a messenger bag filled with tons of books and a duffel bag containing his saber dagger and other prized needed items.
Wolven Appearance: In both Were-form and full wolf form he has a midnight blue coat with black-silver belly fur.
Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Loss of family members gives him an expectation of tragedy.
History: My mother was human and rehabilitates wolves primarily but all types of animals if she had room, meets my dad in his wolf form but she can tell he's not a normal wolf because of his eyes and his calm, yet cool demeanor. A few months after this a guy (my dad) comes into my mom's office and she knew it was impossible but she has a sense that they'd met before. She forms this feeling into a question and he tells her that he's a lycan and asks if she would change and go with him. She said no but she would let him stay in the house/territory that she owned for the wolves. They ended up getting married but my father was unfaithful, once. My mother discovering this divorced him and went back to the preserve. Being by herself up there made her temporarily insane not helped by his cheating so she found him again with the adulteress but this time she was pregnant and married to my father. I say that the first woman was my mother because she raised me and only revealed she wasn't my true mom on her deathbed. My dad was furious that my mom came back and he almost killed her but realized this problem was his fault. There is a part in this that even my mom didn't remember. It ended with my father leaving all of his knowledge with my mom; killing my biological mother after my birth; leaving this knowledge and child with my mother he fled only to be chased down and slaughtered by demons (those perversions of nature). My mom raised me with my father's directions and she added her own touches in my rearing like my connection with the earth and animals. Also, her taste in literature and casting, led to the creation of my closest and only completely true friend Poe, the raven spirit who is connected to my very soul. I can bring him out with a thought from a source of strong feeling (i.e. fear, love, hatred). I have a powerful revulsion to demons and such fire related things. I came to LA after my mom died, she said my dad had family out here. I'd fit right in were her exact words. Too bad she didn't say who I was supposed to be looking for.
Weapons (if any): Perfectly fletched by Poe himself, arrows never fire straighter then when the bird whose feathers are being used does it for you. As for melee he has a saber and dagger combo. But in his were-form his dagger, claws, and canines are his weapons because a saber would break with a lycan's strength behind it.

Name: Johnny Seram
Alias: Slvr(do to other Silver; Silver2005)
Age: 17
Appearance: Young male of white. He wears a white sleeveless shirt with bandages running from his shoulders down to his wrists, tightly pulled. He wears a black clothe around his waist, strapped to his 2 swords, which are sheathed and wrapped in black clothe up to the hilt. He has black tennis shoes on his feet, worn down to scrap. His hair is jet black and his eyes are red as blood. Under the bandages are a series of markings to keep in the beast that has killed to many.

Wolven Appearance:He doesn't use his Wolven form, since the symbols don't come off. He only goes into a black-out state, in which the werewolf takes over his body rather than change. All the energy is used for his strength, speed, and senses

Personality: Nice guy and often friendly. Protective and serious in battle. Prefers to fight alone

History:Born into a family of werewolves that reach back to the 1800's, they were the most respected of all the clans. But when they were murdered by Slayers the night of little Johnny's fifth birthday, the night where he would be told of his families past, and the night all living relatives were together in one room. The entire Seram clan was wiped clean from the face of the earth, leaving little Johnny cowering under a table, the last of his family. So his birthday past, and he never found what he was. After living on his own for a time, he discovered what he was. On the night he turned ten, he was alone, walking to the box behind the drug store, an escaped serial killer found him and decided that this little one would die that night, by his hand. Johnny's back was turned to the man, but he knew someone was there, so he walked on, waiting. When the killer walked close enough, he drew a switch blade around Johnny's throat and ready to cut ear to ear. What happened next, not even Johnny believed. In a swift move of self-preservation,, Johnny wrenched the man's hand around, making him drop the knife, and struck the man on the lower jaw. The entire of the skull gave way, shattered to shards of white bone, slicing every part of the brain at once. The killer fell down, bleeding from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Johnny knew this wasn't right, and left. Even so, he didn't turn into a werewolf till he reached 13, which happened while he was in Africa, having stowed away on a boat to escape his memories. Mercenaries attacked a village in which he stayed and had many friends. They attacked at night, busting into the mud huts and dragging them out. Johnny awoke and killed the man that attempted to capture him, but realized that he was out-matched when he saw all the mercenaries. But when the moon came out, full and shining, he blacked-out. He awoke next morning, covered in blood, surrounded by corpses of friends and killers alike. He had known what he was for a while, but had not believed he would have no control when he changed. His family was to teach him control of it the day after they were killed. He rushed to another village and found a shaman, telling him the story. Johnny, still covered in blood, pleaded that the shaman take away the curse, but he was unable to. Instead, he used the blood of the victims to form markings on Johnny's torso, that would lock in the beast, but left several symbols incomplete so he may use the strength, speed, and senses. Johnny was great full and left Africa to escape his memories once more. the next 4 years lead him around the world, only to end up here, in Los Angeles.

Weapons: He carries 2 katanas in the black clothe. He can also release his inner werewolf by completing the symbol over his heart, which only takes adding his own blood in the center of the circle. The symbol is changed back at midnight.

Name: Kyrian Lycal
Alias (if applicable): K', Red
Age: 17 (27 In human years)
Appearance:
White hair, 5'10, tanned skin, skinny yet toned body, red eyes.
Wolven Appearance:
Dark fur covers over all of his body, standing at about 5'10, he grows sharper claws and fangs.

Personality (not much to be done if not wanted): Keeps quiet in groups, but can be talkative with another person. Usually stands alone in the corner while he studies.

History: N/A

Weapons (if any): Iron Chain (In human form), Boot-toe knife (Human form), twin short swords engraved with a phrase written in an ancient language. The phrase elongates from one sword to the other. He rarely uses both swords, for each sword possesses some magical energy behind them.